|Chez Sarge at night.|
Nope, people die every year, every day actually. Famous people, infamous people, every day people. It happens, it has nothing to do with what year it is.
Let me offer a bit of a disclaimer before I go on. I am not a big fan of New Year's, nor the celebrations thereof. For one thing, to me it's the passing of the Christmas season, my absolute most favorite time of the year. So there's that. I also don't care for the parties. I'm not really a party guy. I was for a time but it got old. Fast.
So to me, New Year's is just a way we measure the passage of time. Much like the hours, minutes, and seconds we used to mark the passage of a day, to me New Year's has no more significance than the ticking of the clock from midnight to just past midnight.
Maybe it's a flaw in my character, but every day is a chance to start anew. I don't need to change the number of the year for that. Then there's the whole check writing thing, remembering to increment the year by one. And yes, we still write checks. I'm not exactly sure why but there it is. Perhaps we're old school that way. I dunno.
Now mind you, I don't begrudge others celebrating the New Year. In fact in Germany we had fun doing that, firing off fireworks, in moderation mind you, drinking beer and champagne, again in moderation (well, maybe not). But as I get older I often wonder, what's the big deal?
To me, it's just another year. As 2016 passes into 2017, I will bid farewell to a most excellent year. 2016 was good for my tribe and me. We've seen worse, perhaps we'll see better to come. Who knows?
I certainly don't.
But 2017 will bring one change. I almost feel as if an oppressive burden is about to be lifted. I have been appalled by certain events and people in the past eight years. But I smell a change in the wind.
Let's hope it's a good one.
No, belay that hope thing, let's work for that.